Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
Trying to convince my boyfriend he has no reason to feel guilty about his dad being an oblivious, anxious, emotional wreck is like talking to a brick wall. He is not the cause of his dads issues.